Sanzen no Souru Supina

Paaaaaa, and the next moment in the night sky, where the splendour of the spectacular light blooms, still leaving the aftermath of dusk.

Do-doo, do-doo, do-doo.

An explosion similar to thunderbolt shook the atmosphere and the entire body of Heliatium citizens.

War in this age is common from sunrise to sunset.

It's not called a night raid, but it's basically an odd one picked by the inferior side, and not a praised way to fight those who try to rule.

Especially the Lord God: the tendency was strong when it comes to the Muslims, among them the Imperial Army of Osmadra, who think that Aram Ra's illumination will be limited while he is in the sun.

For them the night is the time for the devil (Shyturn) to wander.

There is also a tendency to assume that justice in war is the winner.

But it was unmistakable that the leaders of Alam disliked cowardly behavior.

Not to mention that it is the Horsemen of the East and Our Great: Osmahim, the man who now leads the Imperial Army of Osmadra.

If you try to be a Heliatium citizen, you are so familiar with it than the rulers of the Western world, who only speak but have never shown themselves.

It is no longer possible to use soothing means such as night raids.

Everyone thought so.

So the people of Heliatium stepped not to mention that the end of the war would be opened by the end of the day.

The luminous luminosity emitted there became a shredding (doing), cleaving not only the night sky, but even the hearts of the people.

For a moment, something like panic ran through the midst of the citizens.

But it instantly turned into another emotion.

In the beginning, Ashle saw the eyes of the citizens, who had been flirting precisely with the sight of Yangtian, suddenly began to wear a different kind of color.

It is a colour of amazement and praise for the Festival of Light (Pageant) never seen before.

The colorful luminosity of light, launched one after the other, was too beautiful.

And what a joyous, ya (miyabi) sound of ease began to echo from the side of the Osmadra Imperial Army, which set up a formation outside the walls of the heliatium, as if it had sensed the movement of the hearts of such citizens.

The thought of Ashle, who was prepared to assume a battle of artillery by the sharpest cannons, or a shooting from the air by the maidens of the true knights - such a battle snail - was smashed at this point first.

Of course, it would be a piece of wood dust, such as the anticipation of the Heliatium Defense Forces, which had an idea on the line of extension of war common sense to date.

"What is this? What... what, what the hell?!

"Ashley, come up. This way. You'll see much better than flocking to the walls now."

It was on the sister's side of the earthspider princess witch: Ele, who called the young knight from his head who could not hide his agitation.

The city of Heliatium is in the middle of the city from either east, west, north or south, and now there is no shadow to burn down and see, but it is situated high enough to head to where the Grand Palace (Grand Palace) once stood.

The apartments borrowed by the Ashles belonged to an area close to its apex.

And it was the biggest reason Ashle decided to rent this property intermittently that Ele was now in the structure forming.

Yes, it is a tower.

“Another Eternal Capital": Heliatium is once called the City of a Thousand Towers.

Upon entering the country, a characteristic sight jumped into the eyes of Ashle, who looked up at the city from the quiet bay of the waves, one of which belonged to this apartment.

If we ran up with Zion, from there we could see the formation of the Osmadra Empire.

"This is"

"Beautiful."

The tower, which was nothing more than personal possessions, was narrow, and Ashle and Zion stood together and looked down in the direction of the formation of two hundred thousand great armies.

Now what shall I describe that beauty?

Tens of thousands of bonfires and incendiaries lit brilliantly, and the meadow areas around the heliatium seemed covered with shining carpets.

From there the glory of light is launched, just as the festival itself.

A strange examination of the orchestra's playing is carried in the wind and heard so far.

"This is the King's War… is it so?"

"As a rare brave man, I guess he's going to make a name for himself in history, Osmahim."

It was Ele who answered Ashle's twinkle.

"It's not about shields and contradictions, it's about opening doors with the sound of light and ease, with no showers or artillery. It's an unprecedented castle attack. I see, there were people who thought about this stuff, too. It's not Isma's ratio."

Shiru, and Ele, who came in through the window, tried to press the flesh and told Ashle.

Ashle gets upset so closely that she can feel her exhale.

"Ele,. Chi, chai."

"That's right, Lord Ele. This place is small. We're armed. Why did you come in? You're cramped. You can't help it."

This one was also protested by Scion, who kept his flesh close to Ashle's agitation.

It is a defensive instinctive reaction because Ashley recently remained on Snow.

While the earthspider sisters say something about it, there are also reasons for favoring Ashley.

You can let Elma and others have a little more realism in their settings as mistresses, or you can skip it at the table.

I see, it is not so calm in Zion's heart either.

Women's minds are complicated.

"That being said, Your Highness Zion. I was surprised by the first fireworks, and the bat that was leaving the nest came back, so I had no choice."

Ele was going up to the roof of the tower to observe the hostility.

There was a stranger's turn to nest, and Hina had just hatched in the meantime.

Normally, it breeds all the way north, but there's always someone unusual in any animal.

The spider princess shunned her landlord and children.

"Elma looks forward to nesting, too. I have to protect you."

"Oh, my God, are you all going to deepen your rapport? It's sloppy, I can't believe Elma's the only one out there."

A fourth person broke into the top floor of a narrow tower from the side I'm talking about.

A grey-brown arm hugs Ashle's head.

"Elma, hey, let's, it's narrow. And then, you know, it hit my head."

"Hehe, the helmet is one of the most important protective equipment on the battlefield. Because humans die with one stone thrown. Have you given Elma a word to the knight who failed to do so?

"Xama, Elma!

"Come on, it won't be the other way around. Look, they're starting something again."

This is exactly what it would be.

In a harem state so envious that some of the beholders would crouch their teeth, Ashley desperately looked in the direction Ele pointed.

What a... mobile stage that is.

How much financial and effort will it take to make it possible?

It was then that the ruins of the huge arena adjacent to the Extram Pope's Office (Colosseum), the facility as if it had broken that one in half, appeared in pure white.

Does it also serve as a giant acoustic board, amplifying the sound of ease and the chanting of the singing princesses (divas)?

The figure of one man going in and out of there could be seen even from this distance.

"What, who is it?

"Yes, it's in the binoculars"

Elma offered an instrument of civilization while holding Ashley's head.

Probably from the chest or something.

As he borrowed it, which was becoming a subtle face and smelled of human skin plumpness and erma, Ashle further observed the enemy's depth.

Nights without the moon get really dark, so no matter how many binoculars you have, it's difficult to inspect hostilities, but this time the situation is special.

Hmm, and Elma, who buries her face in Ashle's hair and smells it, is a full mistress.

Mmm, and Zion roared, releasing his own separated user-demon bat: Hilary.

I sigh like I'm stunned by my sister's condition, while advising Zion not to let Hilari jump into the fireworks zone.

He was more worried about hurting the bat's sharp sensory organs with shock waves and the like than the fireball hitting Hilary.

Across the ashle, of course. So inevitably, the density grew, so Zion raised his eyebrows more and more.

"Fine armed. Commander, sergeant? No, it's not. That's the Great Emperor: Osmahim! It's Asuka's father..."

But Ashle screamed small, unconscious, such as sheathing, which was played around her.